Nessa Rose has decided that she likes dog food. Or she likes chicken and rice that Dana calls dog food. She eats it right out of Jake's bowl just like her brother used to do (may his sweet soul rest in peace thank you Mary, mother of Jesus).
Jake of course can't have any one eating his food just in case some day he decides that he will get over his anorexia and eat it himself. He quickly reprimanded her and made her watch him finish his vittles.
What ensued was very cute though. He ate. She watched. And then they slept together. I think they're getting along.
What I find very cute is that when I asked them to look at the camera (in the soft tones of a lunatic sitting alone in his house talking to animals) their faces wouldn't fit in the same frame, so vast is their size difference.
Oh Jake. Oh Nessa. Glad you two are getting along.
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